Victor Crow

Victor's fingers slowly lifted off the page as he sat back in his chair, whilst picking up a cup of tea Earl Grey. A young twenty something blonde girl approached him startling him. “By the Queen! Don’t do that, the sneaking and creeping.” She mumbled his name followed by a disconcerting message.”I see, yet another girl has fallen victim. She could have been someone’s lover in time.” His words were calm for the most part though they still showed concern for the victims already dead. Ingrid continued to speak, almost asking him to patrol with them. Suggesting that perhaps this library holds clues as to the Ripper’s identity.”All the more reason my dear to stay here, books upon books of puzzles. Perhaps someone has previously encountered the Ripper before? The question is which book, which journal holds what we seek.” 

Ten minutes passed before Victor stood up pushing his chair back. He walked back over to the shelves and pulled out another journal. Just as Marcus entered giving an exhausted greeting.”You smell like iron. I assume you’ve buried the girl? What did you find then? I also have something to show you.” On Victor’s desk was six various journals. Seemingly unconnected. Each penned by a different author.”What do you see about these six journals? Between them they seem separated and would have nothing to do with each other. But at closer inspection they have hidden codes. My guess is that when these were penned, they were sent to others like the author. Other. Hunters. Bookkeepers, or another Order before us. If this is what I think it is. It very well suggests that another organization like us. These are decades old mind you. But what if they’re still around, or at the very least have a sanctuary with archives dating back further than even ours?”